Great episode of 3 Simpsons spin off shows:
Chief Wiggim PI
The Love-matic Granpa
And The Simpson Family Smile-Time Variety Hour
Hosted by Troy McClure of course
With Special guest appearance by Tim Conway
Absolute gem of an episode...
Say someone's thread today about how the show should end, but began thinking to myself whether Disney would ever let of of their billion dollar properties ever end. As much as I love OFF, I don't feel like seeing spinoffs line "Wiggum: a Simpsons Story" or "the Margedalorian"
It would by quite cool to see how it would be, changing problems, getting older etc especially how the characters would develop.
Ok loves! Someone posted the idea of a Danyell couples advice show in a thread, and I think a Jesse the lifecoach of 90 Day Fiances would be funny. What are your ideas for a spinoff, like Nicole doing a travel food review show a la Anthony Bourdain, model talent search with Pao, or doomsday prepping with Paul? The more off the wall the better! Mods, I am at work a little bit and posting on mobile, so feel free to add a flair.
The obvious ones are not knowing what state Springfield is in, and Mr. Burns not knowing Homer's name.
My favorite subtle running joke is Smithers being in love with Mr. Burns.
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Dad threw his arms out to his sides in a welcoming gesture, and as I watched, the glow around him grew until he was a living sun. “YESSSS!” he howled, clenching his fists at his sides as his size swelled to that of ten or twenty storeys at least. Energy crackled all around him. Divine energy.
His eyes glowed as brightly as the aura around him, showing me the changes were both inside and out. “SAM!” he boomed in excitement, so loudly the ground shook. “This is what we are! This is what we were born to be! Look at me!”
I was, but apparently, I wasn’t looking at him the way he wanted me to.
“Still not convinced, eh?” he laughed, arching his back. “Very well.”
Before I could ask what he meant by that, the world around me exploded with life. The ground bucked and kicked as it collapsed into an ocean, leaving the ladies and myself standing on the bow of an unmanned sailing ship. Dad stood waist-deep like a humanised island, while the man in jeans and t-shirt knelt in the palm of Dad’s hand with his head bowed in total veneration.
Animals surged through the water around us, making all the correct sounds and actions, but I could tell something was off about them. I pulled myself free of Lady Col and went to the edge for a closer look.
A pod of striped dolphins circled us, cackling and squeaking and waving their pectoral fins at me. I laid across the deck and leaned forward into the water, bringing the nearest one to me with my innate. And as I ran my hand over his head, it occurred to me what was wrong. It was empty. Alive in every sense of the word, but … empty.
I rolled onto my side to look at Lady Col for an explanation.
“This is why I chose this location, Sam. It is devoid of all life. Morta
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Despite the emperor sized bed that could probably fit a dozen football players easily, Llyr laid on his side in the middle, spooning his pregnant girlfriend from behind. His hand was around her waist, resting on the tiny bump that he swore was getting bigger by the day, even if he could still cover it with one hand.
He’d seen firsthand how big she grew as pregnancy developed, for many, many nights were spent standing outside her window at her father’s hovel of a cabin, watching her fitful sleep. All the while he dreamed of the opportunity to do what he was doing right now. Holding her as she slept peacefully in his arms.
He tilted his head ever so slightly to smell the rich fragrance of her shampoo.
Sunlight had started to beam in through the balcony doorway an hour ago. With floor to ceiling glass doors and bulletproof glass balcony walls, the view of the Golden Gate Bridge from the top floor of his San Francisco residence was the same regardless of whether he opened the door or not, but like himself, Ivy settled better when the salt of the ocean was in the air.
And it went to show how tired she was because the sun was now up fully, and she had still yet to move. Not that he was complaining. He was dedicating everything about her to memory, moving ever so slightly on the silk sheets to feel more of her bare flesh against his.
By closing the bedroom door as soon as they arrived last night, he’d signalled his butler Adam of his presence and to keep the staff noise to an absolute minimum. Which meant he hadn’t had to move all night … except to answer Sam’s 1 AM text. That, he’d taken in the ensuite, again with the door shut.
Sam’s apprehension came through loud and clear in that call, and he had every right to b
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